found the body of W. G. Robbins. He had turned on the gas. Also was
found his diary, from which the following extracts are made

"March 3.--No chance of getting anything here. What will I do?

"March 7.--Cannot find anything yet.

"March 8.--Am living on doughnuts at five cents a day.

"March 9.--My last quarter gone for room rent.

"March 10.--God help me. Have only five cents left. Can get nothing
to do. What next? Starvation or--? I have spent my last nickel to-
night. What shall I do? Shall it be steal, beg, or die? I have
never stolen, begged, or starved in all my fifty years of life, but
now I am on the brink--death seems the only refuge.

"March 11.--Sick all day--burning fever this afternoon. Had nothing
to eat to-day or since yesterday noon. My head, my head. Good-bye,
all."

How fares the child of modern man in this most prosperous of lands?
In the city of New York 50,000 children go hungry to school every
morning. From the same city on January 12, a press despatch was sent
out over the country of a case reported by Dr. A. E. Daniel, of the
New York Infirmary for Women and Children. The case was that of a
babe, eighteen months old, who earned by its labour fifty cents per
week in a tenement sweat-shop.

"On a pile of rags in a room bare of furniture and freezing cold,